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Copyright—E. P. Dutton & Co., Publishers, 31 West Twenty-Third Street, New York.—1899 

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CONTENTS. 


Outside of Things ......... 

The Sun and the Shadow ........ 

The Captive Star .......... 

The East Wind and the West Wind.—The Story of a Shower 
The Moon-Boat .......... 

The North Wind and the South Wind.—The Story of a Thaw 
Aurora Borealis .......... 

Where Summer Lives ........ 

The Rainbow Chute .. 


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And the little stars keep riding 
On great, bright merry-go-rounds; 
And comets fly themselves lor kites 
And don’t take any strings; 
when you wink it’s days and nights, 

Up there, outside of things. 










































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LONG-LEGGED shadow had lain 
down to rest, 

His toes in the East and his head in the West, 
When the Sun came up grandly and, gazing around, 
Espied the poor creature, below, on the ground. 
“Get off from the face of my earth!” 
cried the Sun. 

The shade arose quickly—what else could be done? 

“I demand, at the present, this whole hemisphere!” 

































Said the Sun, and the shadow, bewildered by fear 
Dropped his hat, coat and shoes and fled like a sprite 
The Sun followed nimbly. From morning till night 

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“So ends every shadow!” the victor recited 
And marched off in triumph, completely delighted 































That matters were now arranged so to his mind 


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With his hat and his coat and all of his things 


Through-out, even down to his lengthy shoe-strings 
Get off from the face of my earth !” then he said ; 














































HEN all the stars went out to play 


billion years ago to-day, 
missed one comrade from the crowd 


And called her, many times, aloud 
At last a faint voice answered “ Here ; ’ 
Then they spied the little dear, 
Poor, miserable, unhappy soul, 




























Cross-legged, sitting on the Pole. 

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“Come on,” they cried, “and have some fun 
“ I cannot,’’ sobbed the little one. 


Come on 


they said, “don’t put on airs 
she said, “ Its bears ; 

The Big Bear and the Small Bear, too, 
Are watching everything I do. 
























































Cried all and did it on the spot. 

Yet what they sent not one star misses 
Because they sent it out in kisses. 

The little star, so warmed and lit, 

Did not mind sitting there a bit. 











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“ I’ve heard your voice before.” 

And then, in tones of thunder, 

They both began to shout ; 

And flashed their swords, like :>< and :>< 
And banged their packs about, 

Until the bags flew open 
And out popped one, two, three, 































A hundred million raindrops, 

As gay as they could be. 

They hopped and skipped and sparkled 
And danced off side by side ; 

And the East Wind and the West Wind, 
They laughed until they cried : 








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And turned to raindrops too— 

Which, after all is said and done, 

Is the best thing tears can do. 

So there was n’t any quarrel, 

For there was n’t any pack ; 

And the East Wind and the West Wind, 


They-tiptoed-back! 





























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H is little boat is empty ; 

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When he has fished a night or two 


And packed his load down flat, 


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That by-and-by they’re snow. 

The North Wind plays up louder 
And calls out “ Get to work ! 

Brine down my bieeest bellows ! 


1 o prison it you snirk ! 

The North-boys come by hundreds 
Great, big, strapping fellows, 


























/\nd pile up miles and miles ol snow, 
And do it all with bellows. 

But when the North Wind stops his tune 
And turns and goes away, 

The South Wind comes up with his flute 


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So gentle, soft and low, 

It puts the North-boys 


e snow 


He whispers to the South-boys, 
me quick now as you can ; 
Don’t make a single bit of noise 

























































HERE is a girl who lives up north 
Aurora Borealis— 


Beside the Open Polar Sea, 

In a fine old iceberg palace. 
But out of doors she plays so much, 
Beside that Polar Sea, 











































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H er long bright hair is always full 
Of electricity : 

And when she brushes it at seven— 


She oroes to bed at eight 




She finds sometimes she can t he down 


H er hair stands up so straight ! 






























































OULD you go where Summer lives, 
You must find a swallow ; 

She has given hints to him 
H e is bound to follow. 


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There are marks upon the clouds— 
Tis n’t every comer 
Wh o could read them as does he, 




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Are her fire-flies now at play 
In among- the grasses. 

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Would you go where Summer lives, 

You must find a swallow— 

But they all went when she did ; 

They were bound to follow ! 















































And toy balloons go out of sight. 

Th ere’s nothing like a rainbow chute 
That ever I have found ; 

It is so smooth and round, 

And pots of gold are at the foot 
For anyone who dares to ride 
And does not tumble off the side. 






































































































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